Photo 16 May 3 notes hypomanic: And part 2 Ain’t she adorable?

hypomanic:

And part 2

Ain’t she adorable?

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Text 18 Apr Imperial guard Quotes

I’d check my instruments if I were you. No-one in his right mind would lay a minefield in a place like…

– reported last words

”Who told you to die? Keep fighting!

Competence on the battlefield is a myth. The side which screws up next to last wins, it’s as simple as that.

Stop bleeding and fight back!

Your foe is well equipped, well-trained, battle-hardened. He believes his gods are on his side. Let him believe what he will. We have the tanks on ours.

What I cannot crush with words I will crush with the tanks of the Imperial Guard!

‎”Hold Fast!”
“They’re killing us!”
“So kill them back!”

Ogryns. If we time it just right, the Eldar will all be going “What the…” just when what’s left of the Company breaks cover over here and piles into them. No spreading out, no fancy stuff, just smash through. Let’s see how those degenerate sophisticates handle a healthy dose of pure unreasoning violence.

I have at my command an entire battle group of the Imperial Guard. Fifty regiments, including specialized drop troops, stealthers, mechanized formations, armored companies, combat engineers and mobile artillery. Over half a million fighting men and thirty thousand tanks and artillery pieces are mine to command. Emperor show mercy to the fool that stands against me, for I shall not.

Statistically, you will almost certainly die when assaulting a well-maintained fortress with a competent commander. You must strive to make your death useful.

Da Sergeant Major asked me what my job was an’ I said it was to, uh, do what I was told. He said I was a genius and gave me another medal. I likes da Imperial Guard!

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corseque:

(Doctor Who) - Robert Carlyle as the Doctor

Omg, my head would explode if this ever happened. PERFECT DOCTOR IS PERFECT. fjdkalfjdakslfjk

I accept this proposal.

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WhoCrafts is proud to present our second biannual giveaway! We’ve got a load of great prizes for you, once again donated by some very talented Whovians:
  • TARDIS shot glass from Emily (etsy / facebook)
  • Dalek hat from Noli (etsy / tumblr)
  • Steampunk TARDIS necklace from Fallon (etsy)
  • 10th and 11th Doctor badges from Olivia (etsy)
  • (3) TARDIS hat & scarf crochet patterns from Lorna (etsy / website)
  • Bannakaffalatta mini-book keychain/magnet from Erin (etsy / facebook)
  • Tenth Doctor plush from Juliana (etsy / tumblr)
  • (2 pair) Bowtie earrings from Squeeka (etsy / facebook)
  • TARDIS necklace from Lisa (etsy)
  • (3) Mini Ood plushies from Lu (tumblr)
  • Paper snowflakes (more photos) from Lu (tumblr)
  • (3) Cross-stitched ornaments and keychain from Cait (etsy / tumblr)
  • Plastic canvas cross-stitched TARDIS from Erin
  • Adipose plush made by me (pattern)

TO ENTER:

  1. Follow WhoCrafts on tumblr.
  2. Reblog this post.
    - One reblog per day. No giveaway blogs. Likes don’t count.

That’s it! We will randomly select several winners after the giveaway ends on March 17.

If you have any questions, check out our giveaway FAQ page.

One week left, guys!

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Text 29 Feb Ugh I want a truck….
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Some fishing stories are a little hard to believe, But this guy has pictures to prove his story…

Tom Satre told the Sitka Gazette that he was out with a charter group on his 62-foot fishing vessel when four juvenile black-tailed deer swam directly toward his boat.
“Once the deer reached the boat, the four began to circle the boat, looking directly at us. We could tell right away that the young bucks were distressed.

I opened up my back gate and we helped the typically skittish and absolutely wild animals onto the boat. In all my years fishing, I’ve never seen anything quite like it!

“Once on-board, they collapsed with exhaustion, shivering. We headed for Taku Harbour. Once we reached the dock, the first
buck that we had been pulled from the water hopped onto the dock, looked back as if to say ‘thank you’ and disappeared into the forest.”

After a bit of prodding and assistance, two more followed, but the smallest deer needed a little more help (that’s him in the wheelbarrow).

My daughter, Anna, and son, Tim, helped the last buck to its feet. We didn’t know how long they had been in the icy waters or if there had been others who did not survive. My daughter later told me that the experience was something that she would never forget, and I suspect the deer felt the same way as well!”

From: Second Chance Ranch

wow.

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Awesome

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Text 11 Feb How Could you?

A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan took out a  $7000.00 full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of his  community
    …………………………………………………………….
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. you called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask” How could you? “but then, then you’d relent and roll me over for a bellyrub
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to yourcconfidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream ( I only got cones because” ice cream is bad for dogs ” you said ), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on Your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a ” dog person “— still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her.
 
I was happy because you were happy. Then the human Babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how  they smelled, and I wanted to mother them too.
Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh how I wanted to love them, but I became a ” prisoner of Love.” As they began to grow, I became their friend.
They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch- because your touch was so infrequent- 
-and I would’ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
 
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, then you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me . These past few years, you just answered “yes”and change the subject. I had gone from being” your dog, to “just a dog” and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
 
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. 
You’ve made the right decision for your “family”  but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride
until we arrived at the animal shelter.
It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness.
 
You filled out the paperwork and said “I know you will find a good home for her.” They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, Even one with papers. You had to pry your sons fingers from my collar as he screamed ” No daddy! Please don’t let them take my dog!”
And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one too. After you left,  two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home.
They shook their heads and asked ” How could you?”
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you and you had changed your mind, that this was all a bad dream…or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on a table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured “How could you?” 
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said “I’m so sorry ” She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself—- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. 
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my “How could You?” Was not directed at her.
It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you.
I will think of you and wait for you forever.
May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
     A note from the author…
If “How could you ” brought tears to your eyes as you read it, this is the composite story of the millions of formerly “owned” pets who die each year in American and Canadian animal shelters.

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doctorwho:

#MARY POPPINS IS A TIME LORD.

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chylan:

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yousexythiing:

icthyosapien:

angsturbatecate:

If there was ever a female Doctor, Mary was it.

Head canon, idgaf, fight me.

seriously. she had the bag that was bigger on the inside and everything.

Bowties are cool, huh Mary?

OH MY F**KING GOD.

#been saying this for years #issues with authority. cheeky. sweeps children away on nonsensical adventures. is sometimes a dick. has sociopathic tendencies. is delightful. sounds like the doctor to me

Okay, so Julie Andrews for Twelfth Doctor, y/y?

I wear a daisy hat now… daisy hats are cool

How have we never blogged this before!?!

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